The Fertile and Maternal Trixie

by Shamrock95

Rating: mature
Tags: Equestria Girls, Sex, Sunset Shimmer, Slice of Life, Trixie
Length: 1760

Trixie enjoys the start of a new day with her heavily pregnant body.

A fumble at a party over eight months ago has left Trixie with two upcoming new members of her family to carry around. Not that she minds. Not only is she excited to become a mom, she's also learned to appreciate the bond between her and her sons, which she intends to enjoy on this Saturday morning.

Contains: pregnancy, sex. All characters are aged 18+.

Published 2016-09-29 19:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-09-29 19:40:01 UTC

The Fertile and Maternal Trixie

Trixie yawned as she turned over in bed, not wanting to open her eyes and greet the first rays of morning sun poking through the curtains on her bedroom window.

"Ugh, five more minutes..." she mumbled, before turning around and snuggling deeper under the covers. This was her day off, and she intended to make the most of...

A hard kick from her abdomen caused her eyes to shoot open, telling her that her two progeny had other ideas. They were awake and active, and wanted no part of lying in. Groaning, she propped herself up and glared at the spherical mound under the blankets.

"Ugh, fine, have it your way," she muttered, blinking sleep out of her eyes. Yawning and stretching, she scratched the back of her neck before unceremoniously pulling off the covers, revealing a round blue mountain of a belly, split perfectly in half by a dark line running down the middle, stopping briefly at her popped-out navel. She smiled and placed a hand on her bump, feeling her two sons-to-be shifting around as they woke up along with their mother. Not for the first time, she thought back to the chain of events that had led to her current predicament.

Eight and a half months ago, Trixie had been talked into going to a party held by one of her friends. She hadn't really wanted to go at first, but when she heard mention of there being some cute guys coming along, she'd acquiesced. And truth be told, she was glad she had. From what she could remember, it had been a heck of a party, with great music, the promised cute guys... and alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.

Trixie remembered drinking quite a bit of booze that night. She also remembered flirting with a couple of the guys there, until she got to talking to one in particular, a transfer student who was leaving the next day. A real cutie, too—long brown hair, hazel eyes, the sort of looks you'd find on the hero in a high school sports movie. They'd gotten to talking, and when Trixie learned that he was set to leave, her more daring side, emboldened by alcohol, had given her an idea.

"So you're leaving tomorrow?" she'd said, smiling sweetly as she'd traced a finger down his arm. "Well, maybe Trix- I mean, I could make your last night here a memorable one. Why don't we go somewhere a bit more... private?"

The guy's hormones must have been running as strong that night as hers were, because he'd readily agreed. "Somewhere more private" had turned out to be the backseat of his car. And the sex... oh, it made her blush even now to think about it. It had been amazing! She remembered her panties being hooked around her ankle, her arms wrapped around the guy's broad shoulders, gasping and squealing with delight as he thrusted into her again and again. They both came within about two minutes of starting, but it had been a wild two minutes. He'd even pulled out, like a proper gentleman. They'd basked in the afterglow for a bit after that, before parting ways. He'd even been good enough to give her a ride home. From there, Trixie had gone to bed with a smile on her face and a wonderful, sexy memory in her mind.

It wasn't until a week later, when she was dry heaving over the toilet bowl, that she began to suspect that the guy—she'd never gotten his name—had given her more than just a memory to remember him by. She'd dismissed the notion at first. She wasn't pregnant, that was a preposterous idea! She didn't intend to bear children until she was in her mid-twenties, at least!

Another week of morning sickness, however, had convinced her to buy a pregnancy test. Sitting on the toilet at home, her hand to her mouth as she stared at the two pink lines, her fears had been confirmed. The number of moms-to-be in Canterlot had just gone up by one.

Her parents were pretty understanding, all things considered. They'd listened to their daughter cry, and reassured her that they would get through this together as a family. Her fears of being a single mom slightly alleviated, Trixie had begun to approach her predicament in earnest. She'd read books, pamphlets and websites on dealing with unexpected pregnancies, and was surprised to discover that a lot of girls who'd had unplanned pregnancies had done just fine with their lives. Love and support was key, they said, and Trixie had both of those in the form of her parents.

With her fears and concerns dealt with, the most unexpected thing happened. Trixie began to actually look forward to becoming a mom. She'd always wanted kids, after all. True, this was a little earlier than she'd anticipated, but the idea that she would soon give birth to two new baby sons filled her with the sort of maternal joy that only expectant mothers can know. Her excitement had only grown as she'd gone shopping for maternity outfits and baby clothes with her mom, and it had grown even further as her belly and bust had begun to expand over the months.

Now, two weeks from her due date, Trixie was about ready to pop. Her belly was large enough to stick resolutely out of all but the baggy maternity dresses she'd taken to wearing, and her kids hadn't even dropped yet. It was currently bulging right out of a set of purple pyjamas, her top sliding up it and stopping around her round, tender breasts, already beginning to swell with milk for her sons. Having dealt with "A-cup angst" for a while before she'd been impregnated, Trixie certainly wasn't complaining about that.

She swung her legs out and sat on the side of the bed, placing both hands on her bump and gently rubbing the taut, smooth skin. She giggled as she felt the twins wriggle about at her touch, causing her womb to bulge out slightly.

"That's right, you two," she cooed softly, rocking back and forth slightly as she caressed her fertile tummy. "Just two weeks to go and you'll be out of there. Mama can't wait to finally see you, and neither can your grandparents." She gave her tummy a pat. "Now, what do you say we go get breakfast, eh?"

Groaning, she heaved herself up and waddled to the door, her bare feet padding softly against the floorboards. She made to head down the stairs, only to be forced to turn around to make a rather urgent detour to the bathroom as one of the boys got a bit too close and personal with her bladder.

"One thing I'm not gonna miss is this," she grumbled as she sat on the toilet. She glanced at the full-length mirror across from her, appreciating how much bigger her belly looked when she was sitting down.

Once her bladder emergency was dealt with, she made her way downstairs to feed herself and her boys. One hand gripped the railing, the other was placed under her belly to support herself as she lumbered slowly down. She winced as she felt twinges of pain from her slightly swollen ankles. Thank goodness it was Saturday and she could get away with walking as little as possible. She felt another kick as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting breakfast now," she muttered, rolling her eyes as she waddled into the kitchen. Both of her parents had already left for work, it seemed. Neither of them liked leaving their daughter alone so close to her due date, but Trixie had convinced them that some alone time with her kids would be good for her. Besides, it eliminated the awkwardness that always came with her satisfying her cravings.

Breakfast for the trio that day consisted of a bowl of cornflakes, with lashings of soy sauce and maple syrup. Licking her lips at the stomach-churning concoction, Trixie conveyed the bowl to the living room. Turning on the TV, she sighed with relief and wiggled her toes in pleasure as she sat down on the couch, grateful to take a load off her aching feet.

Trixie ate off her lap—more specifically, off her bump—and stared at the TV screen. Her father had left it tuned in to the news channel from the night before, and the report that morning was about how pregnancy rates were apparently set to skyrocket. According to the solemn-looking analyst in the studio, the country was set to head for another baby boom.

Now that Trixie thought about it, the level of fecundity in Canterlot did seem to be on the up and up. A lot of girls and women were going around with baby bumps, from what she'd noticed while she'd been in town over the past couple of months buying things for the boys' nursery. In fact, it seemed that a lot of them were around her age. Yes, it seemed that the women of the nation were indeed getting more fertile and more prone to bearing fruit.

"Not that any of them could come close to beating the Fertile and Maternal Trixie," she chuckled, giving her womb a rub. "Right, boys?" Her sons kicked in agreement.

Setting her cereal bowl down, Trixie closed her eyes and stretched out on the couch, making her belly even more pronounced than it already was. From there, she indulged in about ten minutes of simply basking in a maternal glow. She ran her hands over her belly, whispering baby talk to her burgeoning offspring as she sighed happily. In her mind's eye, she had a vision of herself in a big country house on her fourth or fifth pregnancy, with some adorable kids running around her feet. It seemed like a future that she could very happily live with...

Trixie was snapped out of her reverie by the buzzing of her cellphone. She took a look at the display—Sunset Shimmer calling.

"Sunset?" she asked curiously, as she answered the call. "Why are you calling me this early?"

Sitting on the toilet, her underwear around her legs, Sunset bore a look of disbelief as she stared at the pregnancy test in her hand, with her phone in the other.

"You remember that party I went to a couple of weeks ago?" she said slowly. "Well, I think I may have had a bit too much of a good time..."

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